That Kid

Summertime Sadness

(A/N okay so this story is set in summer. Dakota just finished her junior year so she's a senior/ 17 years old and now it's summer break. i don't know if they have that in Australia soo... anyways. the boys live together too, if you were wondering Ashton is 20, Luke,Calum and Micheal are 17)

++THIS CHAPTER IS TRIGGERING SO IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO EATING DISORDERS or cutting SKIP THROUGH THE MARKED PART++

D A K O T A

Sometimes I wish I could wake up with amnesia, and forget all the little things, forget about her. It's hard to not think about that day when it's imprinted into my brain.

I'm sitting on the porch when Calum comes out and plops down on the chair next to me. I glance at him, "What's up?" He sighs, "Luke is special. You have to be careful around him okay? He's really sensitive" he told me nervously. I looked at him, "How so?" I ask him, kinda confused. "Not my story to tell. He just has a rough past." I nod.

I understand, I wouldn't want my brother to go around and tell everyone about my past. "I get it." I told him, smiling a little. Luke runs out, squealing, Ash running out after "Luke imma get you!!" he yells and I feel a pang of jealousy. Luke sees me and runs into my lap, hiding(well, trying to) from Ashton. I laugh and protectively wrap my arms around him, "No fair" Ash laughs. Mikey comes out and looks at the sight in front of him, shakes his head and walks back inside. Luke is still cuddled into my side and Ash is now on the chair to my left.

My stomach rumbles and i hear Luke giggle. I smile at the adorable sound and stand up, carrying Luke with me. He hadn't eaten breakfast so he must be hungry too. I set him on the counter and grab bread and peanut butter, making us sandwiches. I hand Luke his sandwich and grab us some waters, standing between his legs. He looks pale and had set his sandwich on the counter. I study him as I eat my sandwich, "Are you gonna eat?" I ask him and he get nervous, looking at his sweater paws.(a/n you know what i mean. it's freaking adorable) "N-no" he chokes out, not looking at me. "Babe what's wrong" I ask him, and he blushes at the name. "I'm not hungry" he mumbles. I look at him sternly, but he still isn't looking at me. I tilt his chin up with my finger, making him look me in the eye. My face softens as I see his baby blues filled with tears, threatening to spill over. "You didn't eat baby" I whisper, his breath catching when he notices that our faces are inches apart. I was unfazed by this. He looks down again but I'm still staring at him, he's perfect. "You are so beautiful" I whisper, blushing at the fact I didn't mean to say that out loud. He sighs and picks up the sandwich, taking a small bite. I smile, "There's my baby boy" I say, teasing him.

He eats most of it, leaving the crusts and we drink some water before going back outside, cuddling on the lounge chair. "How was your lunch?" Ash asks, "Good, we had sandwiches." Luke says sleepily from my neck. The boys smile at each other and do air-fives, me being very confused. Luke yawns and snuggles further into me, "You tired Lukey?" I whisper to him. He nods rubbing his eyes with his hands. I stand up and bring him upstairs, passing Mike's room and hear him play video games. I was about to go into the door labeled 'Luke' when he took his head out of my neck, "your room!" he almost yells. I nod silently, not asking why he was so nervous. I push the door open with my foot, walking in and setting Luke down onto my bed. I tuck him in and walk out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

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L U K E

Dakota walked out the room and as soon as I heard her walk downstairs, I threw off the covers. I walked into her bathroom, frowning at the mirror. I took off my shirt, poking the fat on my stomach; it was disgusting. I kneel in front of the toilet and shove my finger down my throat. It didn't work at first but eventually I threw up my sandwich. There was no way I was letting those calories stay in my body. I'm already fat enough. I dry heave for a few moments, then stand up and flush the toilet. I go to the sink to wash my hands when I see something silver catch my eye. I had never cut before, but I had heard about it on social media; they said it would work. I couldn't get myself to do it though, because someone else's blood was on it. I must have been staring in there for a while because I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I throw myself on the bed, cuddling into the blankets. The door opens, and Dakota comes in, shaking my shoulders. She is so perfect. "Wake up baby boy. Let's go do something" she whispered, ripping of the covers. My tummy felt cold and I had forgotten to put my shirt back on. I looked up at Dakota with wide eyes. She knew. She knew and there was no way for her to un-see my pale chest covered in the binder the boys gave me last year. Her eyes were wide as well, staring me up and down. She bit her lip, looking at her lap before taking off her shirt and bra. Ready to cover my eyes, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I stopped. Where she was supposed to have boobs, she had a flat chest. She took off her pants and I saw she was wearing tight boxers. A bulge was prominent. She looked as if she was going to cry. "You didn't have to show me" I whispered comfortingly, breaking the silence. Looking up from my lap, our eyes locked. All I want to do is put my shirt on, covering my pudgy stomach. She started looking at my torso, biting her lip again hard. I put my arms around me, covering the gross flesh. She grabbed my arms and pried them away. "Don't cover yourself around me, baby boy. You are so f*cking beautiful." she said sternly. My eyes got even wider when I noticed a large bulge poking through her boxers. It was hard to wrap my head around the fact she was trans too. She was so confident, or so it seemed before I saw the blade that was most likely hers. Her body was like a master piece, aside being given the wrong parts. I looked away, blushing and hoping she didn't catch me staring. My hopes were crushed however, when I look at her face, there is a huge smirk. I can feel my cheeks burning under her stare. I slowly look up, and her face is inches away from mine. I slowly leaned in-